So Why Bother Brother? ? ? Poem by RIC BASTASA

the blue kingfisher that
used to fly over here and stay
on the branch of your olive tree
had not come back anymore

and the world did not really
bother whether it is dead or alive
whether it could sing or not
whether it could fly or not
whether is here or gone
as it is only you who thought
and cared about it and this world
come to think of it, never really
cares whether you think or not
whether you talk or not
whether you eat or not whether
you laugh or grieve whether you
are here or out there or somewhere
whether you exist or not
oh, this world is a non-feeler
non-living and it just keeps spinning
and revolving without a mind of its own.


so why bother brother?